February 5th, 983

Patrick slammed his fist continuously against the door in front of him. The rain was pouring down so hard that it sounded like hail against the rooftops and the pavements. He was soaked to the bone, but fully determined.

The door finally opened and Sarella was standing there dressed in her pajamas and her hair pulled back messily. She looked thoroughly surprised to see Patrick on her doorstep in such a state, but she did not ask any questions. She told him to hurry as she pulled him in the front door and then closed it behind him.

"What happened?" she said, though her voice was hardly audible through the sound of the rain.

Patrick wiped his face off but did not immediately offer any explanation.

"Are you leaving?" he asked her finally.

"Leaving?" she repeated as she opened the closet and searched the shelves for a dry towel. With her mind only halfway on the task, it took her a moment to respond but she did emerge with a dry towel, which she handed to Patrick. "You mean, going to Circa with Daniel?"


"I am." Sarella didn't seem saddened. "Why?"

"I just wanted to know."

"You came over at this hour and in this weather just to ask me that?"

Patrick took his jacket off and dropped it on the floor. He stomped his way into her house and did not reply to her.

"I didn't even know you remembered where I lived," Sarella said as she picked his jacket up and hung it on the railing by the stairs. She smiled a little bit to herself to see him in such a panic.

For a long while, Patrick only stood in the middle of the kitchen, dripping water on the floor.

"Where's your family?" he said.

"Out for the night," she answered.

She put a hand on his shoulder. He jumped because he didn't expect her to be there so soon.

"Truly?" he said.

"Truly what?" she said.

"You're really going to Circa?"

"Yes," Sarella answered. "Just say it. It makes it easier than just saying random things and avoiding the truth."

"Shouldn't you be with Daniel?" Patrick asked.

Sarella sat down at the kitchen stool and rested her chin in her hand.

"He wanted some time alone," she replied.

"You got in a fight."

Sarella delicately pursed her lips and leaned back.

"He doesn't want you to go."

"No, of course he doesn't," Sarella stood up. "He thinks it will ruin my life. But what life? It's not like I'm living anything right now. I have to sit here and be as cold as possible because if my emotions just flair up a little then I could hurt someone by accident."

She lowered her head.

"You know," she added.

"I know," he said.

She stood up and tapped the counter nervously with her palms. "I think I love him."

"Love him?" Patrick said.

"I think," she said again. "Though I can't trust either of our emotions."

"You're a little young for love."

"Thanks for the heads up." She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. She couldn't find a position to stand in that made her comfortable. "But maybe it would work out the best for both of us if we got married. Me and Daniel, I mean."

"How old is he?"

"Why does age keep coming back into it?"

"Because you're sixteen."

"When Daniel was sixteen, he had already been part of the Fourth Level Squad for ten years. Why are we old enough to kill, die and fight when we're only toddlers but we're not old enough to fall in love?" She paused and allowed Patrick to take in her statement. It was as if she rehearsed it. "I know a lot of people are focused on our age difference. He's twenty-six, as if it really matters. But I think it will be the best for both of us. There's not a lot of people or activity in Circa. It will be a good place for both of us to disappear."

Patrick didn't allow the last statement to process. He just reacted with, "Why do you have to disappear?"

"Because we're dangerous. We need to have full control all the time. And neither of us have that. Daniel doesn't want to go, but he also doesn't want to hurt anyone else. I feel the same way."

She fiddled with a loose piece of hair.

"You and I have had the strangest relationship," she continued. "I think the reason you came over here is because you wanted to say goodbye, but you're not going to say it. You felt that. And you feel like you're going to miss me. Maybe?"


"See, Patrick?" Sarella said with a smile that seemed somewhat sad. "You do feel. It took some convincing, but you should see it now."


A/N: Hey guys, thanks everyone so much for reviewing and being so supportive! As it would happen, this is actually the end of Part One! I'm hard at work on Part Two. Patrick's kind of becoming an adult now, isn't he? He's going to go through a lot of drastic changes in the next section of his life. Should I just submit Part Two into this chaptered story? I'm afraid it's getting so many chapters and getting kind of overwhelming. Let me know!~~